Privileged Murder

Nine

1st October 11:35 pm

< Louis' POV >

5 and a half fucking hours He's been prancing around my house for 5 and a half fucking hours pissed out of his mind. What is he hoping to achieve, apart from the foreseeable injury when he falls over or runs straight into a sliding glass door.

He's now currently running around the kitchen island, like literally running around it, he's doing laps around the kitchen island. What in the actual fuck. I am now rummaging through the cupboards looking for the painkillers that will definitely be required in the morning to come, I can still hear his feet sliding across my flooring behind me. Seriously, this is a high ranking police officer is it? More like a hyper toddler allowed to stay up past his bedtime. Ridiculous.

After having my back to him for no less than a minute I turned around to find him... not there, wait what? He's not there, not doing laps around my kitchen counter, not wandering around aimlessly, not sipping on his glass of wine, just a completely empty kitchen I was left staring at. Then I heard it. A little whine, oh fuck he'd fallen over, I knew it was coming. Now I had to deal with it. I could still hear him now I just had to find him.

"Harry?"

- silence -

"Harry?" I was now moving around the kitchen island

- silence -

"Hazza?"

"Lou" Fucking finally

"Mate where are you?"

"On the floor"

"I gathered, whereabouts?"

"The hallway next to the dining hall"

"Okay I'm coming" I walked out into the hallway and lying face down on the floor at the end of it was none other than Harry Styles completely blinded drunk

I walked over to him and offered my hand out to help him up, he took it but we both failed in assisting to pull him up, just resulting in him being turned onto his back now just looking up at the ceiling. I joined him.

It stayed silent for a good few minutes as the moonlight peered through one of the few windows into this particular walkway and we just began drifting into the patterns painted on the archways above us. Then I heard a small muttering coming from Harry that broke the silence, I made a small 'huh' noise pushing on the fact that I hadn't heard him properly

"Sorry" he spoke quietly

"About what?"

He rolled onto his side facing me, I was still on my back staring at the ceiling "About all this" he gestured to himself and then to both of us together "I shouldn't be lying on the floor of your house completely pissed out of my mind, regardless if we knew each other before it's highly inappropriate"

"It's fine really, I know I'm innocent and I think deep down you know I am too and anyway, you can walk into work tomorrow like nothings happened and no one will be any the wiser"

At that he let out a loud gasp I looked over at him concerned "What?"

"Work, I've got work" he put his hand over his head

"Well done, I knew that and so did you, not too surprising" I was trying not to laugh at his actions

"It's nearly midnight, I am laying semi-conscious in your Manor House 3 and a half hours away from where I live and I have to be in work by 9 tomorrow, I won't get a good enough sleep and I won't be able to drive for hours"